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There's a heartbeat under my floorboards
Charging me guilty and I don't know what for
There's a black bird over my door singing nevermore
Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore
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“Old buildings whisper to us in the creaking of floorboards and rattling of windowpanes.” ― Fennel Hudson
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Sometimes roaming around on backroads leads to pleasant discoveries. Found this Buckboard on a ranch in Grand Teton National Park.
A buckboard is a four-wheeled wagon of simple construction meant to be drawn by a horse or other large animal. A distinctly American utility vehicle, the buckboard has no springs between the body and the axles. The suspension is provided by the flexible floorboards of the body and a leaf spring under the seat.
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#ForeverTourist
♪ Marillion - Sugar Mice (Live from Loreley) ♪
I was flicking through the channels on the TV
On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations
Trying to find out where to lay the blame
But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain
I heard Sinatra calling me through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time
For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain
'Cause I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
Daddy took a raincheck
'Cause I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
Blame it on me, blame it on me
Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions I knew that you were all alone
Can't you understand that the government left me out of work
I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying, "What a jerk"
So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars
Blame it on me, blame it on me,
Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck
💛 [Whimberly] 💛
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🎼[Take This Heart of Gold (Mandolin Orange)] 🎼
Take this heart of gold and melt it down
And I'll come around
I'll come around
I'm treading lightly in your eyes
Honey, I can't live a lie
But a life without you could never steal me now
With so much time to spend
Why paint this house again?
When the floorboards creak and pull you from your slumber
Well, I'd hold you 'til the end
But honey, even oaks must bend
If we intend to stick with one another
So take this heart of gold and melt it down
And I'll come around
I'll come around
I'm treading lightly in your eyes
And honey, I can't live a lie
But a life without you could never steal me now
Out the door and down the drive
There's a part of me that tries
To keep that highway's call to me away
And another, further still
That sadly never will
Feel at home no matter how long I may stay
So take this heart of gold and melt it down
And I'll come around
I'll come around
I'm treading lightly in your eyes
And honey, I can't live a lie
But a life without you could never steal me now
- Andrew Marlin
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Counter and guitar-shaped metal clothes rack just behind mannequins (only their shadows visible) along the shopfront of the Hard Rock Cafe at Surfers Paradise.
Some work I had done in a house some years ago. You would think there is little else to take out, but most of the pipework here also got changed, as did the floor.
I'm a sucker for your kiss, wanna steal 'em from your lips baby, like a crook
Foot heavy on the floorboard, everywhere we go
I'm talking once in a lifetime, blowin' your mind
Burnin' down these back roads
"I can stand a little rain;
I can stand a little pain;
But when the rain comes to the floorboard,
I can stand a little rest."
-- Jim Price
As sung by Joe Cocker: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVe_r5Knmz0
A light snow from overnight still clinging to the floorboard of the pier. The next few days we may get much mre than a dusting, winters last gasp hopefully.
Taken from just outside the Mermaid Inn in Rye....the Inn itself isn't in shot (it's behind me and I wanted this view down the cobbled street), but it's famous for being old (12th century), smugglers and ghosts. It's very expensive to stay there, but you can go in for a drink at the Giant's Fireplace Bar and experience the ancient atmosphere and creaky floorboards....
Rye is full of these lovely little cobbled streets and crooked buildings, a really fascinating place to visit :)
A day when I went dreaming of skies, and ended up with a footfall of ripples. The great thing about beaches is that they're different every day, my wanderings finally led me to these wonderful sand floorboards formed under the vaulting sea and skies. I chose a vertical format and black and white to highlight the wonderful textures of the sand. Floorboards under the bed, by the Twilight Sad is spot on.
Memories La France day 1
Saint-Jean Monolithic church en Aubeterre-sur-Dronne La France
A monolithic church or rock-hewn church is a church made from a single block of stone. The churches are usually hewn into the ground or into the side of a hill or mountain and can be of comparable architectural complexity to constructed buildings
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"“Old buildings whisper to us in the creaking of floorboards and rattling of windowpanes.” ― Fennel Hudson
This is part of the walkway on The Palace Pier in Brighton. The sea is about 8 to 10 meters under these boards. The sun was out and painted the sea a very bright green under the pier.
Thanks for visiting......
Location: BBBB Studios
Sitting Paragon: Thera
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Out From the Shadows
~Kelly Deschler~
Back there...
As far back
Into that corner
As she can go
Into the dark
And dust and webs
She never cared
If they were there
And never really
Noticed them
Because she knew
How they felt
To never really
Know the sunlight
She did once...
Years ago as a child
Smiling along with it
Until the time came
When dusk settled in
And smiles fade...
A little girl
No more...
Fully grown now
Into the shadow
That corners her
If only...
She could feel
Could touch
The sun again
Knowing how close
She is...
To the warmth
On her back
On her arms
Under her feet
If she just stepped
Into it, onto it
Onto the floorboards
Just what is it
That holds her back
From taking that step
...what?
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MUMMY RABBIT: “Snuggle up in your pretty egg cradle sweet Baby Bunny, and I’ll rock you to sleep.”
BABY BUNNY: “Thank you Mummy. Will the Easter Bunny have visited when I wake up?”
MUMMY RABBIT: “Oh, not yet sweetheart, but soon.” *Starts to rock Baby Bunny.* “He’ll be here very soon.”
BABY BUNNY: “When is soon, Mummy?”
MUMMY RABBIT: *Stops rocking Baby Bunny and ponders.* “Well soon is… soon, Baby Bunny.”
BABY BUNNY: “Yes but when will soon be, Mummy?”
MUMMY RABBIT: “In a few sleeps, Baby Bunny.” * Starts to rock Baby Bunny again.* “Now off you go to sleep now, and dream of the Easter Bunny delivering Easter Eggs. When you wake up, Easter will be just that little bit closer.”
BABY BUNNY: “Goodnight Mummy.”
MUMMY RABBIT: “Goodnight Baby Bunny.”
Easter is not far away now, and hopefully the lead up to it will be filled with lots of fun and laughter. I’m sure that if you are good; very, very good, the Easter Bunny will visit you and leave you some Easter Eggs for you to hunt for on Easter Sunday. However, amongst all the fun and frivolity (and maybe chocolate) take a moment to stop and remember the reason for the season, whether it be religious, or the simple joy of being with the ones you love the most. Easter represents hope, as does spring, which also brings the promise of good things to come. We all need hope in the world today, and a reason to smile, find beauty and joy. My wish for you, is that you experience and find all these things!
272/366: 2016
This is going to be my latest craft project so will no doubt feature in another POTD when finished! I added the rose petals as it looked a bit bland without them...everything looks better with rose petals although I think I am doing this painted wood to death, it's just so easy to use with most things. it's made from some left over floorboards that I painted. My husband said what a waste of oak floorboards but I reminded him that they had been sitting in the garage for over 10 years!
Die Großen und Kleinen Sandhöhlen (ca. 195 m ü. NHN) sind ein Kulturdenkmal im Landkreis Harz in Sachsen-Anhalt. Sie liegen bei Blankenburg im Heers genannten Waldgebiet nordöstlich unterhalb des Regensteins (289,4 m), auf dem sich die Burgruine Regenstein befindet.
Es wird vermutet, dass sich dort in frühgeschichtlicher Zeit ein germanischer Thingplatz befunden hat. Der hier abgebaute sehr feine Quarzsand wurde früher als Scheuersand sowie als Streusand zur Reinigung von Dielenböden benutzt.
The large and small sand caves (approx. 195 m above sea level) are a cultural monument in the Harz district in Saxony-Anhalt. They are located near Blankenburg in the forest area called Heers northeast below the Regenstein (289.4 m) on which the Regenstein castle ruins are located.
It is assumed that there was a Germanic Thingplatz there in prehistoric times. The very fine quartz sand mined here was formerly used as scouring sand and scattering sand for cleaning floorboards.
Charlie tags along most afternoons when I check on the cows and now they have been moved closer to the house due to the flooding it is easy for us to check on them.
What is funny is I swear Norma knows the moment my feet hit the floorboards as she starts bellowing and she won't stop until I go and see her or yell a good morning back.
The hazy look to this photo was due to my poor camera getting a bit humid. I had been taking rain photos and my camera got soaked and the first bit of sunshine, it fogged up.
I sat the lens in rice for 2 days and it's all back to normal.
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
– David Benioff
As I stood at the edge of the lush Chilean Patagonian jungle, I beheld a haunting sight that spoke of forgotten tales and lost memories. Before me stood an abandoned wood and metal house, once a sanctuary but now engulfed by the relentless embrace of the humid jungle.
The house, weathered and worn, seemed to crumble under the weight of time and nature's persistence. Its wooden panels, once painted in vibrant hues, now faded and peeling, bore witness to the passage of countless seasons. The rusted metal roof sagged, as if bowing to the forces of decay and surrendering to the encroaching wilderness.
Nature, in all its untamed glory, had taken over the abandoned structure with unruly vigor. The vibrant green tendrils of the jungle had claimed the house as their own, weaving their way through shattered windows and broken doors. Delicate ferns sprouted defiantly from every crevice, as if to prove that life persists even in the face of abandonment.
The sound of dripping water echoed through the silence, as droplets from the rainforest canopy trickled down onto the decaying floorboards. Moss and lichen carpeted the ground, breathing life into the forgotten abode. Vines climbed the walls, their tendrils wrapping around the remnants of a once-thriving home, nature reclaiming what was once lost.
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting ethereal beams upon the dilapidated structure. Dust particles danced in the air, creating a melancholic ambiance that hung heavy in the stillness. It was as if time had stood still, freezing the house in a perpetual state of abandonment, a snapshot of a bygone era.
As I gazed upon this captivating scene, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I imagined the laughter of children echoing through the hallways, the warmth of a crackling fire in the hearth, and the stories shared within these weathered walls. But now, the house stood as a mere skeleton, a relic of the past devoured by the relentless march of time and the untamed spirit of the Chilean Patagonian jungle.
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Wenn die Spielplätze geschlossen werden, müssen die Kinder halt drinnen spielen.
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When the playgrounds get closed, the children have to play indoors.
The sun said nothing
About my demise
My fall to the floor
Sparks from your stare
Cascade into mine
Started a war
Started a war
Monday morning
Hungover, red eyes
Hide it all away
We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You lived there all your life
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Out of it you handle it for everyone
Take a poison dart to my heart and then I'm gone
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left
I got nothing left
These floorboards creaking
My body's old
The sun casts a shadow
At dusk that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left
I got nothing left
In der Deichstraße stehen Häuser, die vor der Zerstörung des „alten Hamburg“ im Großen Brand, dem Zweiten Weltkrieg und durch Abrissmaßnahmen 1950 bis 1980 weite Teile der Hamburger Innenstadt prägten, die sogenannten althamburgischen Bürgerhäuser. Diese vereinten Wohnen, Arbeiten und Speicher unter einem Dach. Das bedeutendste „Althamburgische Bürgerhaus“ Nummer 37 wurde als letztes Außendeichhaus und barockes Hamburger Kaufmannshaus 1686 erbaut. Im vorderen (straßenseitigen) Teil des Hauses befand sich der Wohnbereich, der das Kontor und die typische, repräsentative Diele einschloss. Diese ursprüngliche Form des Hamburger Kaufmannshauses ist nur noch in wenigen Gebäuden erhalten, da die meisten im Laufe der Jahre stark verändert wurden. Bei mehreren Häusern wurden im Erdgeschoss Läden eingebaut. Es ist das einzige Haus, in dem die originale zweigeschossige Barock-diele und wertvolles Mobiliar aus anderen, im Zweiten Weltkrieg zerstörten Bürgerhäusern erhalten ist.
Das Ensemble der Bürgerhäuser an der Deichstraße steht – wie der Name sagt – auf einem Deich zwischen Straße und Fleet. Die so genannten Außendeichhäuser entstanden in der frühen Neuzeit, als Hamburg durch zunehmenden Handel einen enormen Aufschwung nahm und alle Grundstücke hinter den Deichen bereits bebaut waren. Der Zugang der nunmehr in der "zweiten Reihe" gelegenen Binnendeichhäuser zum Fleet wurde durch schmale Fleetgänge zwischen den Außendeichhäusern sichergestellt. Die Fachwerkhäuser der Deichstraße sind zur Straße hin mit repräsentativen Fassaden ausgestattet, zur Fleetseite sind die Fachwerkfassaden erhalten. Dort befinden sich die Ladeluken, über die die Schuten im Nikolaifleet mittels eines Flaschenzugs entladen und die Waren direkt in die als Speicher genutzten oberen Etagen des Hauses gebracht wurden.
ach dem Großen Brand 1842 – der in der Deichstraße begann – wandelte sich das städtebauliche Bild Hamburgs, da verstärkt Wohnen und Arbeiten getrennt wurden: die Kaufleute, die die Bürgerhäuser wie die in der Deichstraße bewohnten, zogen in die Vororte außerhalb der Innenstadt und kamen zum Arbeiten in die Stadt, vornehmlich in sogenannte Kontorhäuser, die als neuer Haustypus bald die Hamburger Innenstadt prägten.
Die alten Bürgerhäuser wurden zu Mehrparteienwohnhäusern umgebaut, in die Erdgeschosse zogen meist Läden und Restaurants. Durch diese Zerstörungen alter Bausubstanz in der Hamburger Innenstadt blieben in den letzten Jahrzehnten immer weniger Häuser erhalten.
Seit 1909 befindet sich die komplette Diele des abgerissenen Hauses Deichstraße 53 in einem eigenen Raum des Museums für Hamburgische Geschichte.
Heute gehört die Deichstraße mit Cafés und Restaurants zu einer touristischen Attraktion von hoher Anziehungskraft. Über schmale Gänge zwischen den Häusern gelangt man auf die Wasserseite, wo mehrere Pontons installiert sind.
(Quelle: Wikipedia)
In Deichstrasse there are houses that characterized large parts of Hamburg's city center before the destruction of "old Hamburg" in the Great Fire, the Second World War and the demolition measures between 1950 and 1980, the so-called old Hamburg town houses. These combine living, working and storage under one roof. The most important “Althamburgische Bürgerhaus” number 37 was built in 1686 as the last external dike house and baroque Hamburg merchant house. In the front (street-side) part of the house was the living area, which included the office and the typical, representative hallway. This original form of the Hamburg merchant's house is only preserved in a few buildings, as most have been heavily modified over the years. In several houses, shops were built on the ground floor. It is the only house in which the original two-story baroque floorboard and valuable furniture from other town houses destroyed in the Second World War have been preserved.
(Source: Wikipedia)
Somewhere, a bat shrieks
Underneath me, the floorboards creak
My only candle starts to gutter
In the dark, I hear a mutter
The candle flickers, then goes out
Upstairs, I hear a shout
The air around me is so cold
I know the house is very old
Cobwebs grab me as I run
I am not having any fun
Up ahead, I see some light
Just what I need in my plight
But it is not as I detected
But, of course, to be expected
A shining figure in the black
A ghost, I think, turning back
I run as I have never before
And soon I find the old front door
I race out into the cloudy night
Panting with fatigue and fright
I think, as it starts to rain
I am not going in there again
Even if I was a mouse
I would not enter the Haunted House
Leon Reynolds
The Old Mill.
In the Doomsday Book of 1086 it records that a Mill stood on the site of today we know as The Old Mill.
Located in the village of Lower Slaughter it was in the 14th Century that the Mill gained the name of Slaughter Mill and it gained its independence from the manorial estate in the 18th Century.
Nestled beside the River Eye The Old Mill would in later years be owned by the Wilkins family who operated it from the time of the WW1 until it ceased operations in 1958.
A year later in 1959 Alfred and Edith Collet took ownership of the bakery which was located at The Mill where they remained until 1992.
To coincide with National Mills Days on Sunday 14th May 1995 The Old Mill once again re-opened its doors to the public.
The original floorboards were removed in the milling room which allows viewing of the two sets of stones that were once used for grist milling and flour milling.
The Old Mill.
Lower Slaughter, England.